When something sharp touched my chest, I jerked, instantly pulled back to reality.
“Don’t move,” both men said firmly.
I swallowed hard, my mind once again focused on the sensations. The soft stroke of the feather, the heat on my clit, the icy chill on my nipples, and now the pinprick on my chest. It was the same feeling as when they’d teased me on the island. I had no idea what it was.
I cried out when something touched my back. It was sharp, too.
“Color?”
“Green.”
The feathers began moving and the pinpricks slowly rolled down my body. I couldn’t focus on one over the other because they moved at the same time. One feather slid up the insides of my thighs, the other over my mound while the slight sting on my chest and back gradually progressed downward.
Everything started to morph into one and I found myself floating again, unable to focus on just one sensation at a time. My clit throbbed from the heat, my breasts were severely sensitive, and my arousal spiked. When the pinpricks moved to my legs, I trembled as a wave of heat traveled through me. Electricity sparked in my core and I realized I was going to come.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, giving myself over to the sensation. The pinpricks trailed down my legs, the front of my right leg, the back of my left, while the feathers teased my chest and back. My heart rate spiked as the electricity inside me grew stronger.
It was then that I noticed the music, the bass pulsing in the air around me. It was industrial, sexy, and it caused everything to coalesce, transforming as my adrenaline spiked, my body no longer my own. I was soaring, my brain fuzzy, my body warm from the sensations, my insides trembling as electrical sparks ignited in my core.
I didn’t want to come, didn’t want the people watching to see me orgasm. I preferred to save the climax for when Sir and I were alone.
I cried out, unable to hold back as my insides tightened, the pleasure so great it bordered on pain.
“Tell me when you come,” Sir said, his voice coming from somewhere in front of me. “I want to hear you scream, sweet girl.”
I whimpered, trying to hold on, desperate to hold back. But it was too much, overwhelming with its power. It was a sensation unlike anything I’d ever felt, overtaking my mind, leaving me gasping and panting, both anxious and dreading what was going to happen. I began panting in earnest, trying to hold back as my body trembled from head to toe.
As the various sensations moved upward, returning to my chest and back, I knew I couldn’t hold on much longer. I felt warm breath on my shoulders and I could hear Sir and Master breathing. The feathers never stopped their relentless teasing, nor did the little nips of pain from the points rolling over my skin.
Warm lips caressed my shoulders on both sides of my head, then trailed to the junctures where my neck met my shoulders. I panted, my chest heaving as my clit pulsed and my pussy clenched.
And then it happened.
Teeth bit into me on each side, a sharp, delicious sting, detonating my orgasm as I screamed out, pleasure slamming through every inch of my being, drowning out everything else.
My entire world centered on the climax that stole my breath.
Thirty
AT SOME POINT, MY MIND must’ve drifted. That or I passed out, because I came to in Sir’s arms, wrapped in a blanket. I forced my eyes open, trying to put all the puzzle pieces back together. We appeared to be in a small room with windows facing the play area. I could see the section we’d been in, noticed Master doing something.
Sir was brushing his hand down my hair. I peered up into his eyes. Although his face was expressionless, I could see a smile in the hazel depths.
“Welcome back, sweetness.”
I took stock of myself, noticing that my nipples were no longer chilled and the heat between my legs was gone. Although I shivered, I wasn’t cold. I was weak, tired, but felt an overwhelming sense of calm.
“I have to say, watching you come was a treat for many people.”
Heat infused my face as embarrassment drove out every other feeling. I had come in front of all those strangers. On the island it had been slightly different because I felt I knew the people who’d been there. Most of them, anyway.
God, I could only hope that Trent Ramsey hadn’t been there to witness it. Talk about embarrassing.
“You were beautiful, pet,” Sir praised.
His words shifted something inside me. He sounded pleased, as though simply allowing him to make me come gave him great pride. Surprisingly, I wasn’t bothered by it as much as I thought I would be. Instead, a new feeling infused me. A sense of peace.
